About Eeyore

Canadian artist and counter-jihad and freedom of speech activist as well as devout Schrödinger's catholic

8 Replies to “When the British Limerick police and British-Islamic Blasphemy police work together”

  1. Don’t Dilly Dally
    We had to move away ’cause the rent we couldn’t pay
    (the moving van came round just after dark)

    There was me and my old man shoving things inside the van
    – which we’d often done before, let me remark
    We packed all that could be packed in the van and that’s a fact
    and we got inside all we could get inside
    Then we packed all we could pack on the tailboard, at the back
    ’til there wasn’t any room for me to ride

    So, my old man said follow the van
    and don’t dilly dally on the way
    Off went the cart with the home packed in it
    I walked behind with me old cock linnet
    And I dillied, I dallied and I dallied and I dillied
    I lost the van and don’t know where to roam…
    Oh, I stopped on the way to have the old half-quartern
    and I can’t find my way home

    My old man said follow the van
    and don’t dilly dally on the way
    Off went the cart with the home packed in it
    I walked behind with me old cock linnet
    And I dillied and dallied, dallied and I dillied
    I lost the van and don’t know where to roam
    You can’t trust the specials like the old-time coppers
    when you can’t find your way
    can’t find your way
    can’t find your way home
    https://youtu.be/lfW3TxQhy20

    • This song to me is about the hardship of UK life back then. A protest song:
      To steal away in the night because they could not pay the rent.
      Cock Linnet is Cockney slang for minute (Hold up, me old cock).
      “the old half-quartern” a dry loaf of bread.
      “You can’t trust the specials like the old-time coppers,” to share their mistrust of their new corporate-policing.
      Wry cheerfulness in the face of oppression.

      A Hate Crime.

      The youtube link to the BBC version, loses all of this meaning. Now it’s:
      The cheeky-chappy cockneys who are on the fiddle.
      Sneaking a snort of gin.
      And no anti-police criticism.
      Dancing like Dick Van Dykes.

      Sanitized.

      • Thank you for that explanation PC. It pains me how much real culture and history we are losing every minute.

        • We are losing a lot and will lose a lot more. That pains me even more then the thought of all of the great works of art that we are going to lose, and that thought makes me sick. I can try to save some of the history but saving the art is beyond me.

  2. There are those who are working to preserve it and keep it alive.
    Many of them, as in the Dark Ages are Christian.

    • For sure.

      The great works in the Louvre and elsewhere are all sitting in crates somewhere. Priests and nuns secured art in Spain during the Spanish Civil War, American curators slipped into Occupied France to pack things up.

      The Houghton, the Fogg, and Sackler at Harvard keep most of the stuff many stories underground.

    • Like the Gospel of Thomas.
      Alas Rome also sanitized the Gospel into a Fairy Story.
      Brains befuddled, shame-guilt converted to shameless pride. Just to change your identity and run from the grave to everlasting life.